Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Indonesia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Motions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Motions. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Dead C,
Radiohead,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
Kaleidoscope,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
Technova,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
Index,
X-102,
Joensuu 1685,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
Janne Schatter,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
The Move,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.